Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.